Suddenly, Bai Ruozhu's eyes moistened, and her heart ached terribly.
Jiao Yunyun stood frozen, her eyes fixed tightly on Bai Yihong. Even though she hadn't seen him for decades, she could still recognize her son at a glance.
"Mother, I brought my brother back, his name is Bai Yihong!" Jiao Ling said tearfully.
Bai Yihong's steps were a bit heavy as he walked over, his eyes never leaving the small hunched figure of the white-haired woman under the tree, tears wetting his face uncontrollably.
In his memory, his mother was like the old lady from the Liu Family. After learning Zhizhi was not his birth mother and after Jiao Ling found him, he had fantasized about the appearance of his real mother, perhaps she'd be like Jiao Ling, only older.
But the woman before him was laden with silver hair, appearing older than Zhizhi, her wrinkles were more profound, yet her brow and eyes revealed that she was a beauty in her youth.
